Poems from Severia
Dancer, writer, computer geek, in general freak, however definitely not a mathematician.
-Carpe Noctem #wordwitch
You left.
She stopped smiling.
She stopped laughing.
She stopped talking.
She stopped taking pictures.
She stopped listening to music.
She...
I didn’t want the morning to come,
The sun to invade my windows and brighten my room,
I didn’t want to wake.
I want to sleep eternally,...
So he got there this morning, saw no one, just her bed.
Which was curiously red. So he called up the detective,
"Listen here," he said....
Indeed imagination is inundated inside interminable ideas,
Pouring purposes, poetry-pondering pages pertaining panegyric phrases,...
Your writhen thoughts had unexplainable august about them,
I wonder from what this could stem?
They have remarkable semblance to knotted...